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Now Mark narrowed his gaze at her. “I don’t need a pity date.”

“That’s good, since I don’t do pity dates. I only do pepperoni, extra onions.”

“Extra onions? You don’t do goodnight kisses, either, then, do you?”

“Never on a first date to a pizza parlor.”

“Is it the venue? You need a more upscale wine-and-dinery?”

“Nope. It’s the first date thing. Why waste a good kiss if I’m not sure about a second date yet?”

“Right. Because kisses are in limited supply.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Mine are rare, which makes them extremely valuable.”

“Then I’ll treasure it properly should I ever decide to accept one.”

“Should you decide?” She gave him her best smoldering look, along with a very deliberate lip-lick. “I could make you beg.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

His answer was flippant, but the widening of his pupils told another story. Eva would bet anything his pulse was racing.

At least she wasn’t lusting alone. She found herself leaning forward, as if she were being sucked toward him.